Jinmin SF|OS

서른여섯

Kiss and Make Up
Seokjin chewed more than he could swallow , leading to yet another broken promise.

Saying that Jimin is sad was an understatement , he was upset— no, he was incredibly upset ; it showed clear on the frown that he was wearing. Sitting by the pier , the flowers in his hand had already wilted , a few petals dropping off and resting on the floorboards. A pathetic plastic sat beside him , dinner already cold and unappetizing.

He knew what everyone was thinking ,"poor guy must've gotten stood up on a date."

They're not wrong , but they're also not entirely correct. He did get stood up but he knows it's not intentional , his lover of three years would never do that to him. Let's just say his boyfriend has troubles with time management—yes , for three whole damn years. It's ridiculously frustrating but Jimin could never ever hate the man , he just ends up getting compensated in some way or another.

A sigh escaped his lips as he whipped his wrist , looking at the time before sinking on the wooden bench , head tilting backwards.

It's getting really late.

Minutes passing by , Jimin ended up giving the take-away to a homeless person and trashing the bouquet he was holding , pacing up and down the boardwalk. Stopping at the end , he gave out a shout of frustration and leaned onto the railing , giving a huff before drooping his head and listening to the waves to calm him down.

His boyfriend sure did break his all time record for being late.

"Jimin !" His name was shouted from the distance , the wooden floor creaking.

Turning around , he found his lover out of breath , wearing a flannel that had mismatched buttons. He pushed his round glasses up and straightened himself , opening his mouth to apologize but the raven cut him off,"don't you dare say sorry , Seokjin."

Jimin walked over and helped him with the buttons before hitting him lightly on the chest , remaining eerily silent. Not exchanging words , the shorter male took a hold of his lover's wrist and led them to the carpark , buckling up in the driver's seat and waiting for his boyfriend to do the same at the passenger seat.

Their drive was silent and Seokjin knew better than to try and explain himself , he knows he's fucked up the moment he promised Jimin that he'll be by the pier on time after visiting his parents. The raven was hell-bent on moving their anniversary dinner to another day but Seokjin chewed more than he could swallow , leading to yet another broken promise. Feeling nothing but regret , the blonde leaned his head against the window , lower lip jutting out.

Reaching their apartment , the shorter male parked the car at the carpark before the couple got out , walking silently to the lift. A thud from their front door made Seokjin flinch , slowly taking off his shoes and trailing behind his lover , reaching for his hand,"Jimin—"

"—i'm tired , let's talk tomorrow." He mumbled , hand still holding Seokjin's.

Fuck. He really did fuck up so , so , so bad— the ground might as well open up and swallow Seokjin whole to bring him to hell. Slightly nodding his head , the both of them changed into their pajamas before climbing into bed , the taller male wrapping his arms around Jimin , hiding his face at the curve of his neck.

Sighing , the raven ended up cradling the blonde for his own sake. He knows how upset Seokjin can get and two negative moods in the house just doesn't work out ; he's experienced it before and he prayed to god that it was the last.

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Seokjin woke up , his body being loosely hugged by his lover. Rubbing his eyes , he gave a quick peck on Jimin's cheek and whispered an 'I-love-you' before gently removing his limp arm over , finally being free and rolling out of bed. Maybe breakfast would lighten up Jimin's mood , after-all , he did like Seokjin's cooking.